Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.
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Willem braced himself against the bathroom wall, his wetsuit pooled around his ankles. He could hear the waves crashing outside as the man behind him moaned in his ear. Willem's cock jumped each time the man pounded him, leaking precum onto the sandy bathroom floor. The buzzing rippled throughout his body as his clouded mind shut out everything except for the pleasure coming from his ass.
"Fuck... dude, you're so tight," moaned the buff Indian guy as he plowed Willem's hole.
Willem lifted his right leg and stuck his ass out slightly. "Oh... that's it, right there... ugh, just like that."
He squeezed his hole on the guy's cock, making him moan.
"Bro, you're so fucking good at this. Shit," the man panted into his ear.
Willem giggled, his face pressed up against the wall as he enjoyed the assault on his prostate.
He WAS good at this.
The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of bathroom hookups and clandestine encounters. Willem was racing through the curse at breakneck speed, already past the halfway mark and well on his way to the 60s. In the past week alone he'd fucked the butcher, the baker, and the weird hipster who sells candles at the Farmer's Market on Melrose.
The weird thing that Willem was starting to notice was that the more he got fucked, the more he wanted. It was like having sex only fueled his desire for even more, wilder sex. He was starting to grow bored if there wasn't at least a little danger involved. It didn't matter if the guy seemed a little sketchy or they were doing it in a public place. The risk of getting caught only made it hotter.
The last guy he had fucked had been so vanilla he'd been bored to tears. He'd met him at the Gelson's in Westwood in the canned goods aisle. The guy refused to fuck Willem in the grocery store bathroom like a normal person, instead insisting that Willem come back to his place where he made him listen to a Carly Rae Jepsen record he owned on vinyl. Willem had ridden him on his living room couch, finally getting a load out of the guy while Carly Rae crooned in the background. Then the guy had insisted on giving Willem his number! As if.
Willem moaned as the man who was currently fucking him grabbed him by the neck and started lightly choking him as he pounded his hole.
Fuck yeah. Now THAT was more like it. Willem was also learning that the rougher the sex, the more he got off. The buzzing in his body seemed to enjoy a little bit of pain, as though it gave the pleasure more context. He reached up and squeezed the guy's hand around his throat, signaling him to choke him harder. The man took the signal, choking him harder as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Willem's hole.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum dude..."
Willem moaned as he felt the man shudder behind him. A smile crept across his face as he felt the familiar trickle of cum filling his hole. He would never get tired of being bred. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, plus it helped keep the itching in his hole at bay way longer if he still had cum inside him. Sometimes he didn't even care or notice if he got off, just so long as he got his fill.
The Indian guy pulled out of Willem, shoving his deflated cock back into his board shorts as the pink glow faded from around his body. "Jesus, man. That was fucking wild. I never do shit like this."
Willem pulled his wetsuit back up, nodding insincerely. "Oh yeah, me too. This is like, totally out of left field for me."
The guy nodded. "Rad."
They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.
"Well, I've gotta get back to my friend..." said Willem.
"Yeah, cool cool cool. I'll see you around!" the guy said, giving Willem a fistbump.
"You too, uh... man," said Willem, obviously having forgotten the man's name (had he even gotten it in the first place?).
The guy gave him the hang loose sign, then unlocked the bathroom door and headed back out onto the beach.
Willem raised his eyebrows as he locked the door after him, then turned back to check himself out in the mirror. Guys could be so weird sometimes after sex. There should be some sort of etiquette for casual hookups in the bathroom at Santa Monica beach. Oh, well.
This would normally be the time where Willem would do his post-fuck check-in, going over the boring old memories in his hiding place. But honestly, with how many guys he was fucking in any one day, it was easier to just do one big check-in at the end of the night. If he remembered it.
It was all so much work, anyway. Plus, what was the point? With all the men that Willem was fucking, the buzzing was starting to feel ever-present. Not that he minded. He'd long since stopped fighting how good it felt dancing across his skin, warming him up, and making his head feel lighter and unburdened.
After he was satisfied with his appearance, Willem went back out onto the beach. He found Jake sitting on the towel by the lifeguard stand where he'd left him. He was wearing a wetsuit of his own and staring at Willem with an annoyed look on his face.
"I thought you were going to teach me how to surf," he said sullenly.
"What? It was just a quickie."
Jake rolled his eyes. Willem scoffed. "Don't be like that. Now come on, grab your board and let's hit the waves. There's plenty of beach breaks right now for you to practice on."
Things had gone back to normal between Willem and Jake, for the most part. They'd been hanging out in WeHo a lot, which was Willem's idea. He figured it was the quickest way to speed things up and meet all of the guys he needed to fuck. Jake had suggested switching things up by having Willem teach him how to surf, so they'd spent the last few mornings at the beach catching the early morning swell.
It felt good for Willem to be out on the water again—he'd sort of forgotten about it, to be honest, with how dick-crazy he'd been for the last month and a half. As he paddled out onto the water, feeling the sun on his face and smelling the salt air coming off of the water, he felt a sense of lightness within him that he hadn't felt in a long time. He looked over at Jake, watching as the boy's knees wobbled while he tried to balance on the board.
Willem grinned. Jake's lanky frame was a lot of things, but graceful was not one of them.
They spent the next few hours catching waves, with Willem instructing Jake on how to paddle at the right angle to catch a green wave. By the end of it, Jake was finally starting to get the hang of it, and had even managed to stay up on the board for several seconds before wiping out.
They headed back to Jake's apartment afterward to shower and change. Willem plopped down on Jake's couch, checking his phone. He tossed it on the cushion next to him and groaned in annoyance.
"I'm so fucking bored. Do you wanna do something?"
Jake walked out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Willem's eyes watched as a bead of water traveled through the sparse hair on his chest towards his stomach.
"We could watch a movie," said Jake. "I still haven't seen the new Marvel film, I think it's on Disney+."
Willem could feel his hole throbbing as he stared at Jake's pale torso. He blinked. He'd already gone down that road. No need to make that mistake again.
